Reflections

November 7, 2014

I spent this morning trying to organize my bookshelf. It’s a small, mundane task, but I found myself sitting on the floor...

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November 6, 2014

There is a rhythm to the way we handle the things we own. A shirt, a blanket, a robe. We fold them...

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November 6, 2014

Why do we spend our lives looking at the ground, measuring our steps against the dust, when the infinite is waiting just...

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